Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.